You dance through life.
When you were small you watched your parents dancing.
They taught you how to dance.
You learnt their moves.
As you grew up you danced with your friends and learnt some more steps from them.
Finally you started putting your own personal thumbprint into your dance.
You made it your own.

We are always dancing.
Your dance is an incantation that you’ve learnt.
It is a magical invocation.
It’s a key that opens things.

What is your dance opening?

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It looks like she is dying.
In and out of consciousness.
Prayers are said.
Hushed conversations.
Big eyes.
Shaking of heads.
As if an entire universe
is about to implode.
As if,
with her death,
a part of our own galaxies
will die.

Of course,
this is true.

And so
prayers are said.
Hushed conversations.
Big eyes.
Shaking of heads.

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There is something in you
I recognize
from a long time ago.

It doesn’t have a face
or feet
and yet it feels just like that.

We join in the dark.

That is the way it has always been.

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